Convo between two random thugs nearly a week after the blackout

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"I'm telling you, Doug, she's gone. I saw the armor with my own eyes," said the hulking guy with no hair, then knocked back his fourth whiskey of the night.

"But who could'a got her?" his equally large but twice as hairy companion asked doubtfully. "It's gotta be a trap."

"You've seen how easy pickings've ben lately. And nobody's seen her, either, just that guy in red and the little hottie in purple." Baldy poured himself another shot. "But the Joker's back."

Doug looked up from the plate of Buffalo wings he was demolishing. "I heard that."

"I've seen 'im."

Doug's eyes went round with glee. "Rob, do you know what this means?"

"Gotham's ours." Rob poured him a shot and shoved the glass over so that they could do a victory toast.